Текст песни Zodiac Pressure - AfterDeath

My buddy (my buddy)
My buddy (my buddy)
Wherever I go he goes
My buddy (my buddy)
My buddy (my buddy)
My buddy and me
(Supreme)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shut the fuck up please bro (shut the fuck up bro)
God damn bro no one wants to hear your God damn shit homie
(What the fuck)
Turn that shit off bruh nobody listens to your music bruh (fuck you)
(Afterdeath you just fucking suck)
Chill the fuck out and just fucking quit already bruh

I shoot at his top and I'm giving him pressure
Yo bitch call me hot so I'm checking the weather
See you wanna fight boy, you light as a feather
Take you to the underground she like the nether
I blew up the song now he looking for shelter
Yo bitch know she want me so I went and felt her
I knocked on the door and she said to come into
The pussy was loose so I pull up a temper
I just rolled up three blunts so I call it Adidas
I'm high off the coral I'm smoking the reefer
Fucking yo bitch then I had to delete her
Run up on me I skirrt off in two-seater
Ain't no family guy she sucking my Peter
I'm off the lean now I'm sipping the liter
Chris Brown so you know I'm a beat
I got ice on my neck you can call it a freezer (freezer)

I'mma put a fist to yo head we can fist fight (we can fist fight)
Run up on a pussy leave her dead say goodnight (say goodnight)
Him 'em with the bat you in shreds call me Dark Knight
(How we doing today?)
I'mma fuck yo bitch while you in bed she screaming all night

Gas always expensive rev my engine then I pass the blunt
Got my homies with me if you pull up leave you on a shirt (on a shirt)
Put the body in a hurse (in a hurse)
Rob the bitch and snag the purse (snag the purse)
Running from the cops until a motherfucker hit the dirt
Got the coke on my nose, where's the super suit neck on froze
Beat go "do do do" bass gon blow
Out my speakers from head to toe like
I just crashed the whip and had to pay because it's rented
Please get out my face girl why you tryna know my business
Thinking 'bout the times when I just thought that we were finished
Bought the baggers on my hip I got the Gucci linnens
G-walking on your coffin you get turned out from a bitch
And I'm spraying out the window where the bullets hit or miss
Man this lean just got me fucked up gotta take a piss
Man you wish that you was me I see you staring at my fit (run it)

I'mma put a fist to yo head we can fist fight
Run up on a pussy leave her dead say goodnight
Him 'em with the bat you in shreds call me Dark Knight
I'mma fuck yo bitch while you in bed she screaming all night

Yeah just a little-
That wasn't a freestyle at all I wrote all that shit
But they were from other songs tho